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He’s angry with the world,
Those dark thoughts in his mind…
I can’t seem to help him
When he is so unkind.
He’s so different now,
And as the ending nears…
Seeing him so helpless
Could turn me into tears.
Sustained movements move
Dust as though it were a tomb.
Silence falls upon him
And deadens all the room.
No laughter can be heard
From him, my only love.
Little sign of hope, and
No voice from up above.
My tear-filled voice can break
During the time I pray,
Ending with the small kisses
Blown every single day.
January 13, 2003